I remember your tail lights, and the nondescript conversations Trails of jet engines and walking to my door Would you be dead, if I'd said two words more? I remember the debris, and your faces lit like a rave Patterns of glass reflecting in the crescent moon A fine rain dripping down like a wound And I don't know what I'd do, if that truck had taken all of you I think the moon may disappear But a fraction of a second kept you here Well my little brother told me time is stolen And the wolves come for everyone But I wonder if the wreckage was an omen When it's time, I think I When it's time, I think I And I don't know what I'd do, if that truck had taken all of you I think the moon may disappear But a fraction of a second But a fraction of a second Kept you here